From The Descendants of Adam and Eve, Paperback Book, By: Omran Mohamed

When I loved her, she reeked of Eve's magic. When he was identified, he wore a white garment woven from the descendants of Adam. She charmed me with the blackness of her hair. And she made me adore her to the point of blindness. You made me forget my house, my clan, my authority, and my throne. I made her a queen to dwell between the ribs of my breast. He took me with his magnanimity to a world that only my eyes can see. So I followed him without feeling until I found myself living in the heaven of his chest and enjoying the bliss of his love. Until our feet took us to that cursed tree whose fruits we picked and the curse fell upon us. Our hearts fell from the seventh heaven to the mud of the earth. Our love became weaker before the curse of the fruit that made us separate. And we leave those we love.